A piece of my heart cries out loudlyFor the funeral of innocenceTo tell the truth, this elaborate storyOf goodness not so plausibleStay at home at nightThe mark of Cain is upon youThere's a sign on your foreheadThere's no way you can stay outA piece of my heart eyes the wheel in motionWith suspicion of coincidenceIt don't grab me now, to swallow the notionOf accident that no one meantStay at home at nightThe mark of Cain is upon youWhile we look for solutionsIt's not safe when you go outBurning up the night up the nightThe heat is onDo you do what you can do?It looks like to me that you are only playing a partDo you do what you can do?Talk slow, in a trance